finally (a sequel to Reality Check)

  

what have i poisoned myself with?

what have i fed my flesh for so long?

the surface showed so much good,

but all i can taste is the bad.

sure he takes it and she takes it,

they take it and we took it,

but do you really want

to be holding their hand

on reckoning day?

it is the only poison

the mind does not detect.

it resides deep in your being

and does not leave,

it is not disgorged.

and as the world around me

fosters acid in their stomach,

i found a Buffer

and there’s enough for all of us.